Tag Archives: Broken heart

I wrote about it

facebook status istagram post tumblr blogs and snapchat story videos

youtube shares and twitter rants i wrote about this love it seems if i tried to stop i just cant

an entire note books of poems and more than a few blogs

i try no contact but mutual friends make things hard

so i write about it people tell me to move on

so i write about her muse is so strong

so it seems that i have more than just a thing for the way that those island hips swing

it should have been just a fling just a sexual thing when i learned about her ring i should have stopped everything

we did

that didnt last long

even in denial forbidden love can be too strong

maybe some of the force was because it was so wrong

all i know is i write about it often a love i should have never had

a love i lost i should have never had

a love i lost i should have never grabbed on to

tried my hardest to hold on to

so how do i not write about it if i still long to

hold you kiss you love you

so i write about how much i miss you

so i write about how much i wish i never knew you

i write about how my heart cant seem to heal

i write about how heartache is beyond real

so i write about how low i feel

and i write

darkness becomes light and wrong is made right by the movement of my pen to paper my fingers on the keys and then i can breathe and think of good tings and hope you are happy

then i write about that

then it leads me to write about other things

so i write about it

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thoughts while smoking a cigar 12/6/13

i am a walking contradiction/the walking dead/drowning  in air while im fishing

the son is bright but wont shine on this black skin

i gotta take a 1800 shot in the morning to stop me from mouring or u might take one shot to the dome just to stop the pain of thinking about you

before i got sick i used to love the cold now/now i cant stand outside in 20 degrees below/ is this gods way of telling me to come out of the dark/ but what other place is there when facing another broken heart

i wish i was as talented as childish gambino/and if i am who will ever get to see it though

i dont think i would have a problem selling my soul i havent had a use for it since i was twelve years old

cancer will be the last illness i get and i know i wont fight it

typing will warm these cold fingers but can it heal a fractured mind a broken heart and a weary soul

when i walk in the house i wish it was my house with my wife and my kids and that those things never belonged to someone else before me

i know i can do more but what more am i doing it for

mandela died at 90 something how man mandela’s at died at 20 something

 

i wish i had a crew like frank sinatra where i can just call them up get creative and get it poppin

its cold